Rust Never Sleeps

(The art of exterior deterioration and interior exploration)

Abandoned metal artefacts,indelibly scarred with the signs of time,left to be devoured, by the rust that never sleeps.

Looking into these “signs of time” through the eye of my imagination,flowing out from the rust and decay, I can see:Etchings and cave drawings, and distorted dancing figures,I see a girl standing in the rain with her hair blowing in the wind.I can study the surface of Mars and fly through space at speed.

I see childhood games and distant memories, of views looking out over the lakes.I can stand in the midst of a battle,or simply step over a stream.

Maybe you'll never see what appears to me, but this is of no importance,simply use the eye of your imagination, to create your own adventure,and see what you can dream.